The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-03-19

pine.
-Munkacsy has finished his portrait
of DIR. McCosb, of Princeton. The ven
cradle president is in his black gown, and
is seen in profile, the light falling strong
ly upon his white hair, while delicate
shadows play about the face.
when John Wesley's income was
thirty-pounds, he lived on twenty.eight
pounds and gave two pounds; and when
his income rose to sixty pounds, and af-
erward to one hundred and twenty
pounds, he still lived on twenty. eight
and gave the remainder"
Mrs. Cleveland is extorting praise
from Washington gossips by being her.
self not gossip. She is said never to
talk about people unless kindly. In this
"the first lady of the land " sets most
excellent example. Mrs. Cleveland also
'turns her glass at wine parties. This
is also good example.
Bishop Doane, always affable and
ready OF speech, was somewhat oiscon-
certed this morning when a mem Der Of
his congregation at All Saints chapel &C.
costed him on the street with the remark:
" Bishop, when does Lent begin? Isn't
next Tuesday Ash Wednesday ?'-Al-
bony Journal.
Theodore Tilton is passing now, SO
his friends say, the most peaceful and
contented years Of his life. It is three
years since he made his home in Paris,
and he will probably end his days there.
He has floor in grand old mansion,
once the home of the Dues de Nemours,
an ancient building on the lie de Paris,
back OF Notre Dame, in the very heart of
historic associations.
Father Taylor one Sunday after
noon was officiating at an infant baptism,
and the church was filled with large au-
dience as usual. The baby was restless
during the services, and when Father
Taylor took her in his arms she cried
only as infants can cry. But this didn't
in the least disturb the old minister, for,
raising the child in his arms where all
the people could see her, he said don't
blame the child for crying, but thank the
Lord that she has such good lungs"
Brief was an epistle of Emile de
Girardin to his second wife, with whom
he lived on most unfriendly terms. The
house was large enough to permit them
to dwell entirely separate from one an
other. One day Nine. Girardin had an
important communication tc make to her
husband. Taking small sheet of paper
she wrote: "The Boudoir to the Library:
Would like to go to Switzerland" M. de
Girardin, initiating her concise style, re-
sponded: "The Library to the Boudoir:
Co." That was all.
The late A. w. Moore, one of the
ablest of England's permanent Civil Ser
vice, was notable mountain climber. He
once went from Courmayeur over the top
of Mont Blanc to Ohamounix in single
day, one of the most remarkable feats on
record. 1t was he also, who made the
first ascent of Mont Elburz, in the eau
casus, the loftiest peak in Europe. In
1871 he became honorary secretary of the
Alpine Club, and was one OF The most
effective and certainly one of the most
amusing speakers who ever took part in
its proceedings,
The King of Denmark's family is-a
sort OF religious curiosity shop. When
next he gathers his family around him,
which he is accustomed to do every year
or two, he will have before him Lutheraus,
English High church, Russian Orthodox,
Greek Catholics and Roman Catholics.
These varieties of belief will be repre-
sented by the Duke of Cumberland, the
Princess of Wales, Empress of Russia,
King of Greece and the children Of Prince
Waldemar. King Christian himself is
nominally Lutheran, but judging from
the family belief he may be said to be-
long to the Broad Church.
Mr.. g. W. Smalley says in the New
York Tribune: "John Morley is some
times called the Jacobin of English poll
tics. The name means too much, but
there is at any rate no radical whose rad
icalism goes deeper than Mr.. Morley's.
His renown as a writer is much older
and higher than his reputation as a poll
tician, but the author OF Edmund
Burke" and of those studies of the eight
zenith century in France which stand
alone in English literature, might have
waited long for the royal recognition
which comes rapidly enough to the rising
leader and cabinet minister"
Literary men, as a rule die nobly.
They seem to meet death with philo-
sophical quietude, as did the great Victor
Hugo not long ago. Rousseau, it is said,
when dying, ordered his attendants to
place him before the window that he
might once more behold the setting sun,
and take his farewell Of earth. Petrarch
was found dead in his library, with his
head upon book. We are not told that
that book was Bible. Barthelemy was
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